Author of quotes: Yukio Mishima. Page 16

Hitler. If I'm crazy...
Krupp (lightly tapping him on the shoulder). Doubts about the soundness of their own mind and visit me! There are moments when it is better to say: "I am crazy" - otherwise impossible to make and to understand yourself...
Hitler. And then what?
Krupp. And then you say to yourself: "are they all crazy and I'm normal."

In the tissue from which it is woven, any power, there are seams through which lice climb.

Death in the jaws of a dragon was described very vividly and in detail: "the Dragon then sucking greedily on the Prince's fangs. Torn to pieces the boy was in terrible pain, but he endured the flour until the monster chewed it entirely. Here the Prince suddenly came to life, his body healed, and he jumped from the dragon's jaws! Not been on it not a scratch. And the dragon flopped to the ground and died". I read this paragraph a hundred times, no less. But the proposal "was not on it not a scratch" seemed to me a serious mistake, which certainly should be corrected. The author made a huge blunder here, he betrayed me - so I thought. And in the end I made a wonderful discovery: it turned out that you can close your fingers a very small piece of text, and the tale will be perfect: "the Dragon then sucking greedily on the Prince's fangs. Torn to pieces the boy was in terrible pain, but he endured the flour until the monster chewed it entirely. Here the Prince suddenly... flopped to the ground and died". Adult such censorship would have seemed absurd. Yes, and the wayward young censor clearly saw the contradiction between what the monster chewed the Prince, and that he then "flopped to the ground and died", but did not want to abandon neither the first nor from the second.

When there is something that you feared actually turns your unconscious innermost desire. It is worth the honor of being this memory forever be frozen in the piece of amber. Is the fruit that will not tire, eat it at least a hundred thousand times.

Happiness - well, how would you say is a kind of embroidery stitch, a laborious and time-consuming. Sitting all alone, you sad, sad, anxious heart, hopeless night, bloody dawns, and you slowly, carefully invest in your pattern. And the result is a small tapestry on which only one, the most that neither is ordinary, but - rose. Female hands, female patience can even the torments of hell to turn into a rosebud.

... if you want to be a faithful wife, we must not love the kind words and the deeds of her husband, and his true nature. The hull of a ship, floating on the ocean, accept it and devouring its wood worm and clean sea water.